Passing the torch
The torch of life
When age descends
The flame grows strong
The fire flickering in youth
Now flares up toward heaven's dome
It lights the dark of midnight gloom
Transforming rocks to brightest jewels
Passing the torch
The torch of life
When age descends
The flame grows strong
Age comes with measured steps to coax
Beliefs and prayers from hidden caves
Pours strength into long wrinkled hands
Parched from the wear of many years
Passing the torch
The torch of life
When age descends
The flame grows strong
My campfire glows in embers' warmth
No snuffing out, no standing still
I'll grab my jewel box of prayers
And lift the torch with feeble grip
Passing the torch
The torch of life
When age descends
The flame grows strong.
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